Post by hawkeye on Apr 5, 2021 1:09:20 GMT
Jovial was the appropriate word to describe the FAWNatics current mood, a promo break providing the masses with time to stock back up on fresh supplies of refreshments and snacks, and they debated amongst themselves as to what else the evening would bring.
When…
UPSIDE DOWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQcWekGBA8s
…emerged from the loud speakers, it did go some way towards souring their collective moods, but their enthusiasm went undimmed, the crowd immediately showering the stage with a fresh torrent of Boos.
The duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, regardless of the crowd’s hostile reaction, the odd couple of wrestling known as Bad Reputation pushing through the curtains in defiance of their lack of welcome.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
It was Alejandra who surged ahead, her path to the ring straight and narrow, her regard for the audience settling somewhere between little and none, every inch of her chiselled physique primed to unleash violence at a moment’s notice. Her five foot three and one hundred- and twenty-two-pound frame wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, the tightness of its curves leaving little to the imagination and exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin.
DAISY LEMAY
Daisy, for her own part, could not have looked more at odds with her erstwhile partner in crime, the cherry cheeked, bountiful blonde darting from left to right as she took a far less direct approach to the squared circle, sporting enough pink lace in her two-piece attire to fool the unwary. She cheered and clapped and waved as though she was being welcomed by the FAWNatics instead of rejected, skipping with a bounce in her step that would put many a Babyface to shame!
With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran was apparently in a world of her own, moving to slap hands that were not extended and answering cheers that did not exist with hearty fist pumps. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and twelve pounds, she certainly looked the part of a beloved crowd favourite, but years of experience had taught the FAWNatics to be wary of her particular brand of peppiness.
Being as she wasn’t (officially) competing tonight, Alejandra thankfully kept to the outside the ring, moving about the edges of the squared circle with a stiff stride and a rolling of her powerful shoulders. Her presence in Daisy’s corner rarely boded well for LeMay’s opponents, but there was little to be done unless her (many would suggest inevitable) involvement earned the ire of the Official.
Given the history of the business, the FAWNatics didn’t put much faith in that particular authority.
As for the Dastardly Damsel herself, with nary a few feet remaining separating her from the ring, she reached out to a member of the crowd to deliver a high five that was not invited. It was all a ruse however, albeit unexpected, Daisy instead snatching the ‘Sammie Kick!’ cap from off the top of the young fans head and, before anyone could even protest, she tossed it away to those seated in the opposite side of the arena, LeMay pleased with the displeasure that she had wrought as she skipped away.
Looking as innocent as could be, the Cherry Cheeked Demon bounded up onto the apron and slipped into the ring between the top and middle ropes, raising her hands up to salute all those who (were not) praising her. Flashing the sweetest of smiles and boasting the peppiest of steps, she made her way over to one corner, preparing herself to continue rebalancing a ledger that had been tipped against Bad Reputation at Thrills, Chills and Spills earlier in the year…
As her music died down, there a few moments of hush before…
ME!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhtJo1leaFE
… emerged from the loud speakers, and Mary Sinclair burst out onto the stage as the lights lit up, bathing the Mighty Mite in glorious illumination, the apple cheeked darling flashing the most bashful of grins to be found this side of wrestling.
MARY SINCLAIR
The FAWNatics welcomed her with gusto as she performed the most impromptu of flustered little curtsies before setting off down the ramp at a skip, all five feet and one hundred pounds of her delectably, miniature mass making a B-Line for the squared circle as the support of the faithful followed her every rapid stride of the way. She hopped up onto the apron before, with a grasp of the top rope, she vaulted up and over into the ring, a bounce in her step as she strode towards the centre of the squared circle.
With a hop in her step, the Li’lest Sinclair…
…didn’t get even a pace further, Daisy sprinting across the ring and, without warning, LAUNCHED herself into a spear that damn near GUTTED the unprepared Mary, the blonde positively burying her rigid shoulder into the little Brits exposed tummy!!
So sudden was the unprovoked ambush, the music of the Petite Princess was still playing even as she was being speared right off her feet, poleaxed to the deck with a heady and loud GROAN, hitting the canvas with a thud and curling up into a ball. Mary was heaving, hugging her impaled gut, freckled cheeks glowing as she rolled over onto one side.
The FAWNatics were swift to call foul, showering the Dastardly Damsel with all manner of derision and, as an equally shocked Official moved in to berate her, LeMay had the audacity to not only look as innocent as a new born babe, but to also be affronted when the man in black and white went on to scold her.
“What?” she protested, Daisy aghast at the prospect at being called to task. “I was defending myself,” she insisted, making her case with a several unnecessary hand gestures. “You all saw her! She was coming right for me!!”
“She was getting into the ring…”
“SHE WAS COMING RIGHT FOR ME!!” LeMay stamped her foot, the Dastardly Damsel determined to play the victim. “I HAVE WITNESSES!!” she swept her arms out wide, as if expecting the FAWNatics to back her up.
They didn’t, but she didn’t seem to notice such things as reality.
“Just back off, Daisy,” the Official’s patience was already wearing thin. “Or I’ll throw this match out before it’s even started.”
LeMay huffed, picking the opposite corner to the one she had started in and made a very visible show of backing up, prompting the Zebra to help the gasping Mary to the other side of the ring. The Li’lest Sinclair had just barely regained the ability to inhale deeply and, with a wince, she was able to lean back against the ropes.
“FAVOURITISM!!” LeMay accused from across the ring, pointing out the aid of the Official as though he was committing some manner of affront. She made to start pacing back across the ring to continue her adamant protest in person, before the man in black and white immediately moved to cut her off at the pass. He stopped her at centre ring, despite her animated efforts to get past, further admonishing her for pentulent behaviour.
Little did he realise, however, that all of her theatrics were a front, Alejandra reaching into the ring now that he had his back turned and grabbing a still winded Mary by her ankles. With a yank, Fernandez ripped the startled Sinclair off her feet who went on to hit the canvas hard across her front, the little red head releasing a short, sharp groan as she made her unexpected landing on the canvas.
Far from finished, Alejandra pulled on the Freckled Furies legs, and dragged her right back out of the ring, depositing her unceremoniously onto the concrete as the FAWNatics voiced their collective displeasure. She wasn’t listening to them, Fernandez gripping Mary by her belt and the back of her head before, with a great heave, bodily TOSSING the smaller young woman into the barricades!!
Sinclair rebounded off the wall with both a loud clang and a sharp cry, dropping to the concrete and laying in a pained heap, the Official finally realising that he had been duped.
The man in black and white, increasingly frustrated, made his way to the ropes, admonishing Alejandra before he even got there.
“She came at me,” Fernandez insisted, backing up from her assault slowly with both of her hands upraised. “I was defending myself.”
The Official wasn’t buying it, but neither had he seen what had transpired, his hands tied at to what he could actually do.
“I’m sure she did,” he didn’t sound convinced. “Now you can break it up, or spend the rest of this match in the locker room.”
Alejandra shrugged as Sinclair, still grimacing, was peeling herself off the floor. She got up to one knee before Fernandez moved back in, managing to grab the little redhead before the zebra could voice a fresh warning. The Mexican Mauler seized a hold of Mary, much like before, only this time she bum rushed her back into the squared circle, Sinclair rolling beneath the bottom rope before coming to a stop.
The Mighty Mite pulled herself up to sitting, already experiencing a plethora of aches and pains and the bell hadn’t even rung yet, relations between the World’s Best Brits and Bad Reputation apparently as hostile as ever. With assistance from the ring ropes, she was able to pull herself up to some semblance of standing, leaning back against the turnbuckles as she attempted to catch her breath.
“Are you sure you want to continue?” the Official asked, checking on the well being of his charge. “I can throw this whole thing out now.”
Mary shook her head, despite common sense saying otherwise, not wanting to let people down.
“I’m good,” she insisted, not sounding terribly convincing, suppressing a fresh wince.
The man in black and white didn’t like it, but he relented, turning about to call for the bell.
The second that he did so, Daisy was already sprinting across the ring, locked, stocked and ready to go as she narrowed the distance between herself and Li’lest Sinclair in no time at all. The moment the bell rang, she was already there, leaping into the air and tucking her knees up to her chest, DRIVING both of those bony joints hard against Mary’s body!!
DOUBLE KNEE SLAM: @4:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogY8rWA2bN4
Caught between one hundred and twelve pounds of Cherry Cheeked Demon and the Ringpost behind her, the Petite Princess exhaled a great, shuddering gasp of forcibly ejected air as she was bodily compacted into an all too tight corner. Sinclair shuddered a moaned as she sat back on the middle turnbuckle, hugging her ribs as she just couldn’t find her footing.
LeMay had bounced away from the collision and was looking in much higher spirits as she marched back in, chirpy in her demeanour as she cupped the back her opponents head and dragged her away from the turnbuckles before shoving her out towards no-man’s lands.
At a stumble, Mary arrived at centre ring, turning about in a small half circle…
…and eating the entirety of a Daisy Cutter!!
DAISY CUTTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJqORXR0uMk
Despite all of the crowd’s warnings, LeMay had dashed too quickly across the ring for Sinclair to react and, after leaping and deftly turning herself about, she snagged her foes head in such a way that, on her way back down to earth, she would CRACK Mary’s blindsided noggin across her shoulder!!
The Freckled Fury recoiled from the severe impact as though she had headbutted a landmine, and she sprung away from the collision to spread out across the mat in a spread-eagled puddle. Her bosom hiked one or two times as she lay shellshocked on the canvas, her peepers half lidded and her movements very little.
Daisy, on the other hand, was back on her feet and parading, her arms outstretched and cheering as though she had just won the main event at FAWNmania.
“LeMay!” the Official felt compelled to admonish her.
“What?” she snapped back, pouting as the façade of her good cheer melted. “She said she was ready, you called for the bell. So, tell me, boss man, which rule did I break?”
The man in black and white was convinced he had an answer but, upon evaluation, he found that he did not.
“That’s! What! I! Thought!” LeMay retuned to smiling as she shook her finger in his face, giving him a good telling off whilst looking positively angelic. She was as sweet as could be, and as viperous as they come.
“Now,” she beamed with considerable pep in her step. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to leave an impression.”
Daisy turned on the spot…
… only to find a woozy looking Mary standing, the Mighty Mite just barely possessing enough about her to reach out, snag and panicked LeMay by the back of her head and leap into the air. Sinclair sat out just as gravity was about to take hold and, with the FAWNatics now in full voice, she whipped the Bountiful Blonde forwards with her, PLANTING Daisy face first into the canvas!
MOUSE BOUNCE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RmbPWZ0uh0
A sharp shiver ran the full length of the blonde’s busty body before the recoil from the impact shot LeMay right up to kneeling. She teetered on the spot for a few seconds, her blank eyed expression gazing out towards the crowd watching, before Daisy slumped over onto one side and showed no signs of getting up.
Mary pounced atop her, heart beating quickly, the Petite Princess straddling Daisy’s hips and pressing down on her shoulders.
The Official dropped down to the canvas to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
… and, as the FAWNatics launched into fresh cheers, Sinclair bounded away from her perch and dashed out of the ring as if the canvas was now made of lava. She leapt out of the squared circle just as a furious Fernandez was launching herself up into it, Mary hugging her aching sides, breathlessly scampered far enough up the ramp to create a little safe distance.
Alejandra was irately pacing back and forth inside the ring as…
ME!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhtJo1leaFE
…returned to the loud speakers, confirming the Li’lest Sinclair’s sudden victory, the Mexican Mauler exhaling deeply as she glared down at the Brit who had swiped the unexpected win.
Mary, feeling the teeniest bit cheeky, matched her hard stare by bobbing herself into the cutest of little curtsies, the crowd eating it up as one half of the World’s Best Brit’s refused to back down from Bad Reputation.
When…
UPSIDE DOWN
www.youtube.com/watch?v=zQcWekGBA8s
…emerged from the loud speakers, it did go some way towards souring their collective moods, but their enthusiasm went undimmed, the crowd immediately showering the stage with a fresh torrent of Boos.
The duo of Daisy LeMay and Alejandra Fernandez emerged in tandem, regardless of the crowd’s hostile reaction, the odd couple of wrestling known as Bad Reputation pushing through the curtains in defiance of their lack of welcome.
ALEJANDRA FERNANDEZ
It was Alejandra who surged ahead, her path to the ring straight and narrow, her regard for the audience settling somewhere between little and none, every inch of her chiselled physique primed to unleash violence at a moment’s notice. Her five foot three and one hundred- and twenty-two-pound frame wrapped tightly in one hundred percent leather, the tightness of its curves leaving little to the imagination and exposing a great deal of glistening, ebony skin.
DAISY LEMAY
Daisy, for her own part, could not have looked more at odds with her erstwhile partner in crime, the cherry cheeked, bountiful blonde darting from left to right as she took a far less direct approach to the squared circle, sporting enough pink lace in her two-piece attire to fool the unwary. She cheered and clapped and waved as though she was being welcomed by the FAWNatics instead of rejected, skipping with a bounce in her step that would put many a Babyface to shame!
With a smile that was as sweet as could be, the seemingly delusional veteran was apparently in a world of her own, moving to slap hands that were not extended and answering cheers that did not exist with hearty fist pumps. Standing in at five foot four and one-hundred and twelve pounds, she certainly looked the part of a beloved crowd favourite, but years of experience had taught the FAWNatics to be wary of her particular brand of peppiness.
Being as she wasn’t (officially) competing tonight, Alejandra thankfully kept to the outside the ring, moving about the edges of the squared circle with a stiff stride and a rolling of her powerful shoulders. Her presence in Daisy’s corner rarely boded well for LeMay’s opponents, but there was little to be done unless her (many would suggest inevitable) involvement earned the ire of the Official.
Given the history of the business, the FAWNatics didn’t put much faith in that particular authority.
As for the Dastardly Damsel herself, with nary a few feet remaining separating her from the ring, she reached out to a member of the crowd to deliver a high five that was not invited. It was all a ruse however, albeit unexpected, Daisy instead snatching the ‘Sammie Kick!’ cap from off the top of the young fans head and, before anyone could even protest, she tossed it away to those seated in the opposite side of the arena, LeMay pleased with the displeasure that she had wrought as she skipped away.
Looking as innocent as could be, the Cherry Cheeked Demon bounded up onto the apron and slipped into the ring between the top and middle ropes, raising her hands up to salute all those who (were not) praising her. Flashing the sweetest of smiles and boasting the peppiest of steps, she made her way over to one corner, preparing herself to continue rebalancing a ledger that had been tipped against Bad Reputation at Thrills, Chills and Spills earlier in the year…
As her music died down, there a few moments of hush before…
ME!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhtJo1leaFE
… emerged from the loud speakers, and Mary Sinclair burst out onto the stage as the lights lit up, bathing the Mighty Mite in glorious illumination, the apple cheeked darling flashing the most bashful of grins to be found this side of wrestling.
MARY SINCLAIR
The FAWNatics welcomed her with gusto as she performed the most impromptu of flustered little curtsies before setting off down the ramp at a skip, all five feet and one hundred pounds of her delectably, miniature mass making a B-Line for the squared circle as the support of the faithful followed her every rapid stride of the way. She hopped up onto the apron before, with a grasp of the top rope, she vaulted up and over into the ring, a bounce in her step as she strode towards the centre of the squared circle.
With a hop in her step, the Li’lest Sinclair…
…didn’t get even a pace further, Daisy sprinting across the ring and, without warning, LAUNCHED herself into a spear that damn near GUTTED the unprepared Mary, the blonde positively burying her rigid shoulder into the little Brits exposed tummy!!
So sudden was the unprovoked ambush, the music of the Petite Princess was still playing even as she was being speared right off her feet, poleaxed to the deck with a heady and loud GROAN, hitting the canvas with a thud and curling up into a ball. Mary was heaving, hugging her impaled gut, freckled cheeks glowing as she rolled over onto one side.
The FAWNatics were swift to call foul, showering the Dastardly Damsel with all manner of derision and, as an equally shocked Official moved in to berate her, LeMay had the audacity to not only look as innocent as a new born babe, but to also be affronted when the man in black and white went on to scold her.
“What?” she protested, Daisy aghast at the prospect at being called to task. “I was defending myself,” she insisted, making her case with a several unnecessary hand gestures. “You all saw her! She was coming right for me!!”
“She was getting into the ring…”
“SHE WAS COMING RIGHT FOR ME!!” LeMay stamped her foot, the Dastardly Damsel determined to play the victim. “I HAVE WITNESSES!!” she swept her arms out wide, as if expecting the FAWNatics to back her up.
They didn’t, but she didn’t seem to notice such things as reality.
“Just back off, Daisy,” the Official’s patience was already wearing thin. “Or I’ll throw this match out before it’s even started.”
LeMay huffed, picking the opposite corner to the one she had started in and made a very visible show of backing up, prompting the Zebra to help the gasping Mary to the other side of the ring. The Li’lest Sinclair had just barely regained the ability to inhale deeply and, with a wince, she was able to lean back against the ropes.
“FAVOURITISM!!” LeMay accused from across the ring, pointing out the aid of the Official as though he was committing some manner of affront. She made to start pacing back across the ring to continue her adamant protest in person, before the man in black and white immediately moved to cut her off at the pass. He stopped her at centre ring, despite her animated efforts to get past, further admonishing her for pentulent behaviour.
Little did he realise, however, that all of her theatrics were a front, Alejandra reaching into the ring now that he had his back turned and grabbing a still winded Mary by her ankles. With a yank, Fernandez ripped the startled Sinclair off her feet who went on to hit the canvas hard across her front, the little red head releasing a short, sharp groan as she made her unexpected landing on the canvas.
Far from finished, Alejandra pulled on the Freckled Furies legs, and dragged her right back out of the ring, depositing her unceremoniously onto the concrete as the FAWNatics voiced their collective displeasure. She wasn’t listening to them, Fernandez gripping Mary by her belt and the back of her head before, with a great heave, bodily TOSSING the smaller young woman into the barricades!!
Sinclair rebounded off the wall with both a loud clang and a sharp cry, dropping to the concrete and laying in a pained heap, the Official finally realising that he had been duped.
The man in black and white, increasingly frustrated, made his way to the ropes, admonishing Alejandra before he even got there.
“She came at me,” Fernandez insisted, backing up from her assault slowly with both of her hands upraised. “I was defending myself.”
The Official wasn’t buying it, but neither had he seen what had transpired, his hands tied at to what he could actually do.
“I’m sure she did,” he didn’t sound convinced. “Now you can break it up, or spend the rest of this match in the locker room.”
Alejandra shrugged as Sinclair, still grimacing, was peeling herself off the floor. She got up to one knee before Fernandez moved back in, managing to grab the little redhead before the zebra could voice a fresh warning. The Mexican Mauler seized a hold of Mary, much like before, only this time she bum rushed her back into the squared circle, Sinclair rolling beneath the bottom rope before coming to a stop.
The Mighty Mite pulled herself up to sitting, already experiencing a plethora of aches and pains and the bell hadn’t even rung yet, relations between the World’s Best Brits and Bad Reputation apparently as hostile as ever. With assistance from the ring ropes, she was able to pull herself up to some semblance of standing, leaning back against the turnbuckles as she attempted to catch her breath.
“Are you sure you want to continue?” the Official asked, checking on the well being of his charge. “I can throw this whole thing out now.”
Mary shook her head, despite common sense saying otherwise, not wanting to let people down.
“I’m good,” she insisted, not sounding terribly convincing, suppressing a fresh wince.
The man in black and white didn’t like it, but he relented, turning about to call for the bell.
The second that he did so, Daisy was already sprinting across the ring, locked, stocked and ready to go as she narrowed the distance between herself and Li’lest Sinclair in no time at all. The moment the bell rang, she was already there, leaping into the air and tucking her knees up to her chest, DRIVING both of those bony joints hard against Mary’s body!!
DOUBLE KNEE SLAM: @4:20
www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogY8rWA2bN4
Caught between one hundred and twelve pounds of Cherry Cheeked Demon and the Ringpost behind her, the Petite Princess exhaled a great, shuddering gasp of forcibly ejected air as she was bodily compacted into an all too tight corner. Sinclair shuddered a moaned as she sat back on the middle turnbuckle, hugging her ribs as she just couldn’t find her footing.
LeMay had bounced away from the collision and was looking in much higher spirits as she marched back in, chirpy in her demeanour as she cupped the back her opponents head and dragged her away from the turnbuckles before shoving her out towards no-man’s lands.
At a stumble, Mary arrived at centre ring, turning about in a small half circle…
…and eating the entirety of a Daisy Cutter!!
DAISY CUTTER
www.youtube.com/watch?v=GJqORXR0uMk
Despite all of the crowd’s warnings, LeMay had dashed too quickly across the ring for Sinclair to react and, after leaping and deftly turning herself about, she snagged her foes head in such a way that, on her way back down to earth, she would CRACK Mary’s blindsided noggin across her shoulder!!
The Freckled Fury recoiled from the severe impact as though she had headbutted a landmine, and she sprung away from the collision to spread out across the mat in a spread-eagled puddle. Her bosom hiked one or two times as she lay shellshocked on the canvas, her peepers half lidded and her movements very little.
Daisy, on the other hand, was back on her feet and parading, her arms outstretched and cheering as though she had just won the main event at FAWNmania.
“LeMay!” the Official felt compelled to admonish her.
“What?” she snapped back, pouting as the façade of her good cheer melted. “She said she was ready, you called for the bell. So, tell me, boss man, which rule did I break?”
The man in black and white was convinced he had an answer but, upon evaluation, he found that he did not.
“That’s! What! I! Thought!” LeMay retuned to smiling as she shook her finger in his face, giving him a good telling off whilst looking positively angelic. She was as sweet as could be, and as viperous as they come.
“Now,” she beamed with considerable pep in her step. “If you don’t mind, I’m going to leave an impression.”
Daisy turned on the spot…
… only to find a woozy looking Mary standing, the Mighty Mite just barely possessing enough about her to reach out, snag and panicked LeMay by the back of her head and leap into the air. Sinclair sat out just as gravity was about to take hold and, with the FAWNatics now in full voice, she whipped the Bountiful Blonde forwards with her, PLANTING Daisy face first into the canvas!
MOUSE BOUNCE
www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RmbPWZ0uh0
A sharp shiver ran the full length of the blonde’s busty body before the recoil from the impact shot LeMay right up to kneeling. She teetered on the spot for a few seconds, her blank eyed expression gazing out towards the crowd watching, before Daisy slumped over onto one side and showed no signs of getting up.
Mary pounced atop her, heart beating quickly, the Petite Princess straddling Daisy’s hips and pressing down on her shoulders.
The Official dropped down to the canvas to count…
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
… and, as the FAWNatics launched into fresh cheers, Sinclair bounded away from her perch and dashed out of the ring as if the canvas was now made of lava. She leapt out of the squared circle just as a furious Fernandez was launching herself up into it, Mary hugging her aching sides, breathlessly scampered far enough up the ramp to create a little safe distance.
Alejandra was irately pacing back and forth inside the ring as…
ME!
www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhtJo1leaFE
…returned to the loud speakers, confirming the Li’lest Sinclair’s sudden victory, the Mexican Mauler exhaling deeply as she glared down at the Brit who had swiped the unexpected win.
Mary, feeling the teeniest bit cheeky, matched her hard stare by bobbing herself into the cutest of little curtsies, the crowd eating it up as one half of the World’s Best Brit’s refused to back down from Bad Reputation.